Meadowlark Prairie in flanders fields

"You do, really?" Birk was not so sure about it, but then again if Raven did not give a damn about her safety, then what could a handsome stranger do? Her next words confirmed his suspicions: one - something most definitely was wrong with her; second - she was a reckless fool. Her mom probably was right in saying that pretty is as pretty does. This time in regards to common sense. Or lack of it, to be more precise.

"You do know the saying that all mushrooms are edible, some are just once?" he asked her, sniffing the dried up flowers and scrunching his nose. They didn't smell nice or safe for that matter at all.